Oh… my… god. It's been like what… a week? I am so exhausted from school and work, so it's a mystery how I summoned enough energy to make this chapter. My goal is finish just before summer, and I'm gonna guess this fic is going to also be just under 30 chapters as well. Dunno if I'm gonna meet my deadline however. I was dumped more hours which yay more money but nay since it cuts more into my personal/social time. Sunday is my day of rest, fuck church, I'll bitch like a baby if I have to avoid going.

Track of Choice: "Psychobitches Outta Hell" by the HorrorPops


Chapter 2: Time will Tell

Pickles burst into the rec room with a large smile on his face and a skip in his walk as he carried an odd box under his arm. The cheery attitude of the drummer was completely different then the sulky atmosphere surrounding his fellow band members as they continued to have a marathon of gore horror movies. Skwisgaar's lips puckered slightly, whether it was from thinking or the lemon drop he had, no one knew or cared.

"What's dis? Why sos happies?" Arching a delicate brow, Skwisgaar returned his attention to the large screen mounted on the wall. "Good lays, ja?"

Pickles laughed sheepishly, "Uh, I guess you could say that." Grabbing the remote from beside Nathan's arm on the arm rest, he turned off the TV, much to the protest of the others while he stood in front of them.

"What the fuck? It was getting good!" Nathan hissed, rubbing the dark circles under his eyes while he downed the last of his coffee.

Pickles sighed, shaking his head and presented them the box. "So…" he began, "You know how I ended up sponsoring Jimmie Johnson in NASCAR, right? Well, I went over to go meet the guy and while everything was just peachy, guess who I ran into?" everyone grumbled, too tired to even think. Taking a deep breath and trying to fight down the still growing smile, Pickles continued, "I thought I'd have a heart attack, I mean, it's only been five years since I last… saw… Cherry." Silence.

That caught their attention. As if they were a bunch of school girls, they perked up and stared at him with wide eyes, pleading silently for him to continue. Like Pickles, most of them had gave up hating Cancerous and just want answers to hopefully ease the pain and confusion. Nathan was perhaps the only exception as his eyes darkened, his frown deeper. Folding his massive arms, he sank into the sofa and scowled some more.

Pickles practically squealed, "It was really weird, but totally awesome at the same time. Dood… she's racing in NASCAR! Hot damn. So, the reason I took forever to get back was because me and her pretty much caught up on a few things. Found out what the hell happened when they left, why they left, and shit like that." A goofy grin slid onto his mouth, "Shit, I still love that woman." Then he snapped back into reality, "Anyway… apparently Ofdensen's been censoring shit about them so that's why we haven't heard about what's been really going on in the outside world. So, Cherry pretty much made this for you to catch you all up."

Murderface was the first grab it and open the container, marveling at the thick folders with each of the girls' name on it. The bassist grabbed Bloodyfists' file, opening up to a neat pile of news paper clipping and magazine articles. Pickles, for a brief moment, wondered if Cherry was hit with a case OCD. How much free time did she have? Was she anticipating this? Whatever it was, he chuckled. Toki reluctantly grabbed the file about Lucy. Opening to the first clipping, his eyes flew open.

"Wowee! She… she changes. But den agains, not." A small blush crept to his cheeks as he stared at the cover of some French magazine. Lucy's hair was teased with a black rose hair clip on the side. It was a torso shot, but Toki could easily see her once innocent, childlike way of dressing was gone, replaced by sexier clothes. She was wearing a pin stripped bustier, showing an excessive amount of cleavage which attention was easily drawn to by a large gothic crucifix. Her hands were in her hair as she stared at him with eyes that held the same childish innocence though the smirk on her blood red lips was teasing and spoke of other things. What happened?

Murderface sat there like a fish out of water between the Scandinavian duo. In his hand was a CD from Ovary Override, on the cover was a much slimmer Bloodyfist dressed in a black strapless dress that reached just above her knees and flaming red pumps while she held a black double bass in front of her. Some kind of tattoo adorned her arm, but he couldn't make it out at the angle the arm was in. Turning it around, he read the song titles and whistled.

"She… she did it. She made Ovary Override happen. No way." He was in complete awe. Picking up a clipping a music charts from the month before, two of the songs from her band made it to number one and two. Stapled to that were weekly ones, and adding to his amazement, the same songs appeared for eight weeks straight before number two dropped to four.

Skwisgaar practically had a nose bleed as he stared wide eyes at Runa's picture, taken from a Finnish lingerie catalog. The erotic pose and attire showed off smooth pale skin, though the scar on her hip and arm could be seen just faintly if one stared hard enough. Runa was truly a sight for sore eyes. She should have been the center fold of Playboy. Then the thought made him want to punch any and every man that dare fantasize about her.

The only one not part taking in the small festivities was Nathan. He glared at them all, not bothering to reach over and grab the taunting manila folder with Moira's name on it. Memories… they were just bad memories. The Necklace of Diamonds he kept hidden in his room was bad enough, he didn't need to see her face or find out what she had been up to for half a decade. Most likely she was successful again since she was so head strong and stubborn. He knew something was off right after the announcement of their disbandment. Of course it would cause a stir in the media, but nothing happened after that. It was weird, yet he didn't bother to question it. In fact, Nathan could say he was glad about it.

"Lucy lives in France? Wowee, she be DJ, and ones of da bests ones toos!" Toki couldn't help but smile. Looking up at the drummer who was still smiling at the excited and simple minded trio, curiosity got the better of him. "Pickle. What dids Cherries says about dem leavings?" Nathan shot up out of his seat and stormed out of the room, the others watching as their happy bubble burst. "Natan's still nots overs it, is hes?"

Skwisgaar shook his head, "So it looks likes. He always has sticks up his ass." Picking up an article with the woman and her father, the guitarist raised a brow, "So she works with her fathers now, huh?" a small smile graced his lips, "I forgets how much I misses her."

Their drummer clapped his hands, "Oh! Which totally reminds me, somewhere in that box are letters from the girls, read those and get back to me, ok? Cherry said they should clear up a few things. I'm gonna go now, there are a few things I have to ask Ofdensen. See ya." With a wave, he was out of the room.

The three remaining musicians shrugged and continued to rummage through the files and such, comparing 'notes' and thanking Cherry for making such informative packets. OCD most likely was the cause or she was bored as hell one night, yet it was helpful to catch up on what they had been missing all this time. Toki found the letter Pickles was talking about and opened his, a bit nervous to read the neat writing from his ex fiancé.

Dear Toki,

I'm sorry it has come to this, but there was no other way to keep you all safe. As Moira pointed out, there is too much already going on with your lives and adding us will only make things harder. It was nice of Ofdensen to help us, even if it was a trap in the end. Just know that I love you Toki, and I always will. And because I care so much about you, I have to leave and prevent any harm from happening. The concert will always be a sad reminder that there are people who hate us for being as big and in love with you…

The more he read the more he became depress again. Murderface and Skwisgaar were also reading their letters, finding the things absurd but otherwise gut wrenching at the same time. They left to protect them?

Murderface, I can say I'm sorry hundred times, a thousand times, or a million, but I'm ok if you hate me forever. I really do hope for the best for you and Planet Piss. You can do it, though I don't know if you'll ever get this. Since Cherry will live the closest to you all, she will be keeping this for safe keeping while I go back to San Diego, California and find out what happened to my family, maybe jump start Ovary Override and go back into wrestling…

"Shan Diego, huh?" he said to himself, looking up from his letter, "Shit, that'sh far."

"Tells mes bouts it. Runa wents back to Finland." Skwisgaar said, not taking his eyes off the piece of white paper. He frowned a little as he continued on reading the foreign writing only he and Toki could understand.

Skwsigaar, I will always feel awful about what happened. But I will not be alone, I will always have something to remind me of what we had and could have had in the future. Simple words cannot describe how I feel right now, but just know that although I feel bad, I will not regret our decision. Most likely by the time you get this letter, Ofdensen will have probably lifted the ban that discusses us presently. There is so much we need to discuss, and even if you just want to yell at me, I will be moving back with my father in Finland.

Yours Always,
Runa Hathor-Skwisgelf

"Reminders? But… dey left everytings we gots dem here. And we not takes pictures but dose concerts ones, yet deys were left in Yakov's home." Skwisgaar rubbed his cheek, "I tinks I go makes trips and surprises her. Dere's notings to does anyways here. Just sits around and watch movies." The sound of ripping paper made him look up and both he and Toki glared at Murderface.

"What? There wasch a rip!" He said, holding the envelop with Nathan's name written on it in neat cursive. "Show now that it'sh open, let'sh read it." Asshole strikes again.

Nathan,

Fate seems cruel and I don't expect you to ever forgive me for what my band and I have done. Knowing you, you're probably traumatized as hell and on an anti-Moira, even Cancerous, spree (They all had to laugh at that. It was true). As the girls have explained to their significant other through their letters, we didn't do this to be mean and break your hearts intentionally. We left because there was no other way to protect you. You remember what Javier said before he pulled the trigger. Your feelings for me, for us, puts you at a greater risk of Revengencers AND Undertakers attacking you in the future. I took the bullets because I know now that I did love you then, and probably now though I don't know how many months or years will go by before Ofdensen yields. I've asked him to keep us hidden from you all, just so you won't come for us and stir up Munkittrick and Van Winkler. I will not allow myself or the girls to be used as targets to get to you. You hating us is the best thing we can hope for, because then it will show those two that they have nothing to gain and if all goes well, they'll leave us alone to carry on with our lives. Just please, be careful. I'm sure that if I were to have brought the subject up with you, there may have been a better alternative, but time was wasting and I needed out, taking the girls with me. Tell the other guys I'm sorry. I know Munkittrick is still determined to finish what he started. Good luck, be safe.

Moira

They sat in silence, almost not believing that she openly admitted to loving him. Perhaps if Nathan did actually read it, he would be his old self again, which was less of a dick and more fun to be around. Pickles seemed eager to make things work again with Cherry, which the Wisconsin native was normally the type to screw and forget but still hold a grudge if that made any sense. Even with his heart on the line again, and possibly his sanity, they could always rely on him to make the first move and base their judgment from there.

"Too bad she didn't schay where she went. Back home?" Murderface folded the paper and stuffed it back into the envelope. The other two shrugged.

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Pickles sat on a chair facing Charles, a serious expression on his face. "Why did you agree to do it then? You knew they meant a lot to us, and them leaving was perhaps one of the hardest things we ever had to go through aside from that case of serious depression. Nathan's really fucked up in the head you know. Bring them back." He leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees.

Ofdensen shook his head, "No. Cherry said it was probably time to 'stop hiding in the dark', yet it's still too dangerous to even let Cancerous regroup. Javier was never found, and with Andrew Munkittrick being the ones to have been pulling the strings in the first place, I will not risk another home invasion or putting the girls in danger." Taking out his note book from his breast pocket and a pen, he began to jot down a few things, "The best I can do if they want to reacquaint themselves with the girls is to schedule supervised visits periodically, and see what happens. Though I strongly recommend Skwisgaar brace himself."

Pickles arched a double pierced brow, "Huh? We're not fucking kids. Yeah, I understand that nobody knows Cherry is that CC Woodrow so it's gonna cause an uproar in the media if and when word gets out, but damn." His heart skipped a beat. If Cherry's identity was revealed when he was with her, would the former leaders of the Undertakers come out of hiding? She had mentioned that Moira said they were bait, the main reason why they just up and left. "Why would he have to worry though?"

Mentioned man stumbled into the room, panting wildly, "Hah… hah… Tickets. Finlands. Now!" he placed his hands on his knees, "Ah… been long times since I runs across dis place." Toki was the next to show up, also requesting to go to France. Murderface then came, red faced and about to faint when he asked for a ride to San Diego. Perhaps racing was not the smartest thing to do when they were tired and out of shape. Maybe they should get a trainer and actually use the gym.

Ofdensen resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he made a note to purchase private jets for each of them when they decided to not travel together. Some other time though. "Will Nathan be going to Europe?" Since most of them were there any way, he reached into his drawer and pulled out the envelop Moira had given him on the day she left. He knew about the individual letters, but the tape inside broke down everything the vocalist had decided and why.

"Nose." Toki said, "Is dat where Moiras is?"

"Yes… though he'll need to come with me to check up on Dethklok Russia either way. Korshunova is unable to handle the matter entirely at the moment due to personal reasons." He wasn't looking forward to going with the front man, but no one could leave him alone. The CFO had no choice but to take him along. "Very well. All of you will be escorted to your destinations by the end of the week along with some bodyguards. Try to stay out of trouble." An impossible dream however.

"What'sch that in your hand?" Murderface asked, pointing to the package he was taking out.

Ofdensen said nothing as he set it up, inserting the tape into the recorder and pushing play button before getting up and dusting off his sleeves. "A message from Moira."

They all stared as her voice filled the room, sounding exhausted and confused. The tape lasted no more than fifteen minutes, but the amount of information they were bombarded with left the four wide eyed and in disbelief. The whole time Cancerous' manager had been the enemy? It was messed up to think about it. She sniffled here and there through the tape, making them wonder if she was crying or getting sick. "I'm really sorry eveyone, I know this ruins what we have, but we don't want to burden you or Ofdensen anymore. Times are rough these days. When the time comes that you want to start over, I'm sure the girls will be more then willing."

Everyone jumped as Nathan slammed the stop button, scowling down at the offensive piece of technology."Who gives a fuck?" he said more to himself then the others. "They didn't have to leave." Turning his attention to his band mates, he cocked a brow and glared, "Ofdensen said you're all leaving. Is that true? Going to forgive them just like that?" His fists clenched tightly, turning is knuckles white as he surpressed the urge to punch something or someone. Her voice had sent shivers down his spine.

Pickles rolled his eyes as Toki spoke up, "Why nots? Dey weres tryings to protects us. May not has been da bests way, yet doesn'ts dat shows how much dey did cares?" staring straight into Nathan's cold and unforgiving eyes, he spoke what was on his mind. "Are you scareds to finds out dat Moira moves on withouts you?"

The dark aura that surrounded Nathan intensified, causing the other men to take cautious steps back. It must have been a new trend to stand beyond his reach. Had it been anyone else, Nathan would have lashed out and beat the crap out of them, but with Toki… it was different. The younger member of Dethklok had an inner beast that could probably do more damage to him when provoked. No one would have known that inner demon existed had it not been for the Ricky Kixx concert and the attack in Russia. He was not a force to reckon with when he went beyond his breaking point.

Backing down, Nathan turned on his heels and stalked out of the room, slamming the door with all his might, it rattled the lamps in the room. Skwisgaar frowned, crossing his arms over his chest while he sat in deep thought.

"He's doings it agains. Beings cries babies with sticks ups his ass." This caused him to heave a giant sigh of frustration, "He has more moods swings den ladies on her times of de months."

"Sheriously. Shometimesch I have to wonder why he hatesch Moira show much." Murderface shrugged, ""It'sh been schuh a long time."

Pickles rubbed his beard, "I dunno. I can't really blame him. Ever noticed that every girl he likes totally leaves him in a messed up way? Guess he really had a thing for her. Cherry said they did the deed, but he woke up alone and then found out they ran away. Doesn't matter who you are, it gonna hurt." He focused his gaze outside the window, watching the sun trying to make itself known from behind the clouds, "If I ever get the chance, I'm going to ask her why." It was the least he could do. They were friends after all, if they admitted it or not. When one was done. one of them had to pick up the pieces and fix it some how. Cherry would more then likely help him.

---

Ofdensen was walking down the hallway, going through his extensive contact list before finally finding the number he needed and clicked the send button. Sighing, he turned on his bluetooth and waited.

"Ofdensen, what brings you to call me again? We already made arrangements for your arrival later this week. Is something wrong?" Ivan's voice drifted from the ear piece in a professional manner. There were murmurs in the background.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Ivan chuckled, "No, I'm just waiting for Moira to meet me in the lobby of the opera house. You must come see her perform." There was a pause as he spoke in Russian, an air of annoyance came from the phone with the tone he used. "Pardon me for that. So what warrants this call?"

"It's Nathan." The CFO ran his hand through his hair, resisting the urge to sigh, "Dethklok want to meet the other girls, but Nathan has shown no interest. However, we know I can't leave him here alone in Mordhaus for a week." A klokateer approached him, silently handing him a clipboard with a piece of paper. Ofdensen stopped and read over the sheet, his raising a brow as he went through the information. Once again they were invited to the United States Pornography Awards. Quickly signing and checking the denied box, he handed it back to the employee. This time he would not make the mistake of telling them. Last time resulted in Rebecca Nightrod falling down a ridicuously long flight of stairs and go into a coma. Was she even dead yet?

"I see where this could be a problem. From what you've told me, he's still… upset. Perhaps I can arrange a guide to show him around Moscow while he stays at a hotel?" The background noise got quiter, most likely the guests were leaving or he was going into a place with less people. "Do you think that will work? I don't want to upset my wife in anyway."

"It's the best thing we can do. I really don't want to imagine what will happen when Nathan finds out she's married to you, if he even finds out. He still harbors feelings for her. We can assume it won't be pleasant." In the background, Ofdensen could hear Moira greeting Ivan, "I'll call before we leave Friday. Good bye." Hanging up, he frowned. "A tour guide's not going to cut it."

---

"Who was that?" Moira asked, linking her arm with Ivan as they went outside to head for their limo. The air was refreshing, cooling her heated skin from the stage lights. Wearing a plain white spaghetti strap ankle length dress with a slit the left side, strappy rhinestone heels and a thick furry shawl with a diamond collar and matching earrings, all eyes were on her. Dozens of cameras flashes, capturing her image as she and her black uniform clad husband descended down the stairs like royalty, the Korshunovas' guards blocking the reporters from getting any closer. Ivan moved a stray strand of hair from her face, his knuckles grazing her cheek as he did so.

"Ofdensen called. He'll be coming to the banquet and assisting me in some matters of Dethklok Russia I am unable to do myself." Ivan said, allowing his wife into the limo before following her. Once they were situated across from one another, the Russian man carefully removed the heels and massaged her dainty feet. How she managed to stay in them for over two and a half hour was amazing. The women he could remember being with before he met Moira normally ditched them within half an hour. Why did women do that to themselves? It was a question men might have been asking for generations.

Moira groaned in gratification, "Is that so? It's been a while since I last saw him. Our wedding four years ago, I think." Sinking lower into the leather seat, she gave her husband a small smile, "Where are we going?"

Working on her shins, Ivan shrugged, "Crozier went on ahead to make sure our reservations weren't cancelled at Duane's. Even for us, it's a two month waiting period." Ivan returned her smile, his eyes softening. Only when he was alone with her did he let his guard down now. Other than that he was serious, hardly showing emotion since his recovery at the hospital several years ago. The perfect soldier was what he had to be to protect her. He would not make the same mistakes he had done back then. The imagine of her being bound and that beast doing horrible things to her because of his lack of concentration had haunted him for so long, it was amazing she even forgave him. And now they were happily married, at least in his mind they were. He did his best to prove his love for her at every chance he got. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you." Looking out the tinted window, she sighed, "How's…" her voice trailed, eyes darkening with mixed emotions. Anger and sadness flashed past her golden irises, but it could have been the street lights that caused the effect.

"Nathan?" he finished, carefully putting her leg down so she could cross them, baring more of her hip in the process. "The same as usual. Bitter." He was aware of what had happened between them and as much as he hated to admit it, there was still a part of Moira that loved the brute. He saw it in her eyes every time she saw his picture or someone mentioned his name. Ofdensen knew it as well. That was why he sometimes questioned their marriage, but he didn't want to breach the matter. He could have been over analyzing it.

The woman frowned, "And the others?" When he didn't respond, Moira turned to face her husband. "Is something wrong with him?"

The military man sighed, his shoulders slumping a little as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes down cast. "There was… interaction between Cherry and Pickles. Now that the others know your friends are successful, they want to meet them. However, Nathan," Ivan got up to sit next to his wife of four years, allowing her to rest her head against his strong arm, "doesn't seem too excited. You have nothing to fear." He moved his arm, tucking her against his side as he pressed a kiss on her temple.

Moira sighed, wrapping her arms around his narrow waist, the thick clothes concealing his fit body from her touch, "That's not it. I don't even know why I asked. What happened, happened and he hates me. Nothing to it. I have you, so I'm happy." She leaned up to nuzzle under his chin and kiss him that reassured him she did love him somehow, "I don't expect him to find me now that the others are going to see each other again. It wouldn't be like him." The limo began to slow as they saw the five star fancy restaurant coming up. Moira bent down to put her shoes back on. "Not at all."

--A few days later--

Skwisgaar gulped as he looked at the address where Runa was supposedly living at. It was their last night in Mordhaus before they all left to find their past lovers. Maybe not so much for Murderface or Nathan, but still. Looking back at the more modest picture of the Finnish woman, his heart fluttered. Since the day she left he was unable to really go back to the gmilf. His attachment to the much younger woman could not be shaken and slowly Skwisgaar left the life of whoring around with women old enough to still be his grandmother. it wasn't fair to them, to Runa and to himself.

Packing a few things into his luggage, he sighed. The poor Swede was nervous beyond anything. Nervous to find her not wanting him, nervous to discover she moved on, nervous to see if she changed. Their time apart had been rather extensive, and within that frame he had changed, maybe for the better now that he thought about it. He had planned to surprised her and drop in out of the blue. There would be no time for her to hide away her secrets if he did so, whether or not it would hurt him in the end.

Music was blaring down the hall from Murderface's room. He had to crack a grin as Bloodyfist's voice echoed, different, and dare he say, womanly. The different genre of music was actually pretty catchy and her obviously playing the monstrous thing known as the double bass was very good. The instrument had been as big as her from what he could remember. A shame she left the new one Murderface had got her, which the bass player took it back because none of them knew how to use it. To even hold it up was awkward since it practically had to rest on your being. Of course the brown haired woman was used to it since she did infact play the cello with her friends.

They're all heart breakers
That loves to be house wreckers
Don't give a damn about your rebel yell
Ps-ps-psycho bitches outta hell

His phone went off. Digging under the pile of clothes, he found it and answered. "Ja?"

"Your flight leaves tonight. Someone will pick you up and take you to Ms. Hathor's home." Ofdensen said.

"Ah, tanks you. I's done packings." Turning off his phone, he went to lay down on his bed, staring up at his ceiling as he gnawed on his lower lip. This was it, the time was approaching.

---

Nathan sat on his bed, one of his large arms tucked underneath his bed as he held up the Necklace of Diamonds up with the other, his usual frown in place. He wasn't too pleased at the fact he was being forced to go all the way to Russia with Ofdensen to see him. Sure, Ivan was doing a great job with taking over the whole project of Dethklok Russia, totally redoing it so it was more efficient. But he just couldn't stand him.

His grip on the necklace tightened.

"What made you so damn special?" he said to himself, or perhaps he was imagining the necklace to be an extension of Moira's being. "It shouldn't bug me so much but it does. I don't even know where you are. Why am I even talking to myself?" he rolled his eyes at that, setting the piece of expensive jewelry down. He briefly wondered what Moira was up to. Where was she? Back home in Louisiana? Ofdensen really did do a phenomenal job of keeping them a secret, perhaps his best piece of work ever.

Speaking of which, he suddenly realized he had to pack, they were leaving first thing in the morning. Rolling out of bed, he shuffled over to his closet and pulled out his luggage then practically ransacked his closet and drawers. This time he would not make the mistake of forgetting to pack warm clothes. Looking at the suit hanging, he debated on whether or not to take it.

"Ofdensen did mention something about a benefit dinner… hmm… maybe." Carefully he took it down and folded it into the suitcase, mindful to not leave anymore wrinkles then necessary. Twenty minutes later, the last to be packed beside his toiletries was the necklace. He growled at his attachment to it yet he couldn't bear to leave it behind.

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While Skwisgaar had boarded the plane the night before, Ofdensen, Nathan and Toki hopped on a morning flight. Murderface and Pickles watched them leave in the limo just to make it less conspicuous. Later the two would be taken via Murderbus to go to their respectful other. Pickles was already doing a happy dance while the bass player felt sick to his stomach.


Gremlin: It's nice to hear from you! Yeah, I'm crazy but oh well. I managed to survive my first week at least. I'm scared to read Xixthe's story too. Someone tell me if what whoever it was in Cancerousklok said is true. Please?

Angela: I. Love. Twists. Apparently in the end I totally loved Ivan's roll and what better way for him to come back then to make him Moira's hubby? He did say he would make her his after all.

Dragonz: *huggles* I'm happy that you're happy. Lol. How funny. I will hopefully understand NASCAR someday, so don't worry about it. I just won't watch it… I'm afraid someone else will die. Thank god for the internet.

Lyra: You do that. I hope you like Cancerousklok! Though it seems you didn't finish before this update, tee hee.

Livia: Oh my… you really don't like Ivan, huh? Lol. :) Stay tune for next time to see if Runa did keep their baby. Dun, dun, dun! How will Skwisgaar react??

Chap 3 in the making right now. Might be up sometime on Wednesday I hope, but not positive. The rest of you out there: REVIEW PLEASE! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!! Don't break my heart! I'm a review whore, lol. It lets me know what you think and the likes. I'm not big on flames if you gotta, you gotta. It at least tells me whether or not it's going pretty good... To be honest, I don't really have a story line just yet, but it'll hit me probably within the next few chapters, just like Cancerousklok.